You got to pick out every stitch...
Must be the season of the witch...
- Donovan
This morning was a morning of catering's, coffee and emo-band-names.
For those not in "the know", there used to be a pretty amusing game we all used to play called Emo-Band-Names. The object? Simply throw together seemly random words to make useless but oh-so-deep-and-moody Emo Band Names.
Baxter was the previous champ with the title Butter Knife Bent Backwards, but this morning I think I found a topper.
But before we get to that, let me fill you in on my morning. As of late, I've become the go-to guy for all manner of catering gigs. And, this morning, there were two for me to knock out. At 8:30 AM there was pastry and coffee for 25. Being the sleaze I am, I set everything up yesterday so all I had to do today was clock-in, drop off the goods, and go to Sitwells for coffee.
Kerrie came with me this morning so as to enjoy the Sitwell's breakfast menu (New York Egg Sandwich, yo!) and a few cups of their passable coffee. After settling into a cozy table far in the back, I noticed a table with five nurses enjoying their 8:45am round of beers. Sure they COULD have just gotten off a brutal 3'rd shift, or they could have been enjoying a nice eye-opener before strolling into work. Either way, they gave me my new submission for the game of Emo-Band-Names:
After realizing that this is a game that may never truly end, I headed back to work to drop off my second catering order and clock out. Good Times baby, goooood times...
2 comments:
I know. You are waiting for a comment about the emo-band name game. I'm not gonna give you one. I thought the game died when Baxter did.
Oh Jeb, fight it all you like - The game WILL get you. And Baxter will NEVER die. Face it....
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